OOM: Upstairs.

[yosafbridge]

The room, for the most part, is nearly identical to when he had seen it last: dimly lit, decorated in deep, lush colors - mostly purples and reds, several soft and comfortable chairs in which to sit, recline, doze or potentially participate in activities that are not entirely restful. She's done a little shopping since then, purchased some new works of art and pieces to decorate here and there and eventually sell to someone else later on when she tires of them.

The bed is relatively new too, four-poster with sheer curtains and a mattress that feels like you could be sleeping on a cloud if you close your eyes.

It's familiar to him, even if he doesn't remember it yet. She's hoping tonight will jog his memories and bring them back by a means most enjoyable.

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[yosafbridge]

He won't be met with any resistance; her dress slides down easily over her shoulders, revealing several more inches of skin. It's skin he's seen before, but right now, he touches her as if he's seeing her for the first time.

"You'd be more than welcome to," she murmurs, sighing and grinning as his hair tickles her.

[scots_wolf]

As he can't remember, and the body is all new, he does touch her for the first time, slowly kissing his way down her shoulder and arm.

[yosafbridge]

All she can do is smile, revel in the sensation of his lips on her skin, waiting until he gets to the lower half of her arm before she nudges fingertips underneath his jaw to coax his mouth towards hers again.

Then, her hands push his cloak back over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

[scots_wolf]

The cloak falls heavily. Inside, the crossbow and its bolts, the dagger, and the money the Overstolzens paid Urquhart for his commission in Cologne are still in their place, stowed safely so they don't make a sound.

He kisses her again, his hand baring her other shoulder.

[yosafbridge]

He still looks good, just as good as she remembers, her hands smoothing over the musculature of his arms, his chest, his stomach through the fabric of his shirt. Technically, his heart may not be beating anymore, but thanks to Milliways, he's never felt more alive.

She purrs against his mouth. The temptation to give in, to just tear at him, burns stronger in her lower gut, toying with her insides, threatening a loss of control.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart bends to kiss her neck again, then gently makes his way down her front towards the top of her breasts.

[yosafbridge]

With her eyes closed, she can devote all of her attention to the sensations his mouth sends over her skin.

She lifts one hand, cupping the back of his head, fingers tangling through his hair while she encourages him with soft sounds.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart stands back for a moment to take off his shirt. He wants to feel her hands on his skin, too.

[yosafbridge]

She takes her time in appreciating each inch of skin as it's revealed, her hands caressing over his strong arms and broad shoulders, fingertips trailing through the soft hair on his chest.

She opens her eyes, gazing up at him as her hands continue their exploring.

[scots_wolf]

He smiles, takes her by her elbows, and steers her towards the bed.

[yosafbridge]

She goes without any resistance, slipping away from him and darting behind one of the sheer curtains that drapes over the side of the bed, peering at him through the cloth.

Behind it, she slips out of her dress, leaving herself bare for him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart opens his trousers and steps out of them, to be all ready for her.

Actually, he is.

[yosafbridge]

She lounges back on the bed, propping herself up on her hands, watching him closely. No move goes unnoticed.

Briefly, she wonders how much more intense this would be for him if he manages to regain his memory during the act itself - and then smirks slightly. Even she's likely not that good.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kneels on the bed, looking at her, feeling his desire rise.

Then, he bends over to kiss the tip of her breasts, one after the other.

[yosafbridge]

She draws him close in a manner similar to the way she'd done it downstairs in the bar, arms and legs sliding around him.

She can feel his hair brushing over her skin as he bends low to kiss her breasts in turn, and her arms give way until she's finally resting on her back against the purple sheets, red hair fanned out around her head, with him bent over her.

[scots_wolf]

He is kneeling beside her, then bends over her to kiss her.

His hair falls around them both, closing them in as in the branches of a weeping willow.

[yosafbridge]

She winds her arms around his neck, arching up to meet him halfway.

Her excitement grows by the mere minute, each second that passes by as his mouth moves against her own.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart trails his hand down her front, slowly, circling aimlessly, until it comes to rest between her legs.

[yosafbridge]

She chooses not to shift toward or away from his hand, but lets it linger there between her thighs without moving a muscle.

Her eyes watch him carefully.

[scots_wolf]

He kisses her again, and his fingers twitch, playfully.

[yosafbridge]

Her hips jerk as if tied to his fingers by an invisible string, and she laughs softly.

[scots_wolf]

He chuckles against her skin and delves deeper, more purposefully now.

[yosafbridge]

She arches against his hand with an audible gasp.

Her eyes never leave his face.

[scots_wolf]

"Saffron," he says, gently moving his hand. "What a very lovely name."

[yosafbridge]

Her hips move in time with the motion of his hand.

"Do you remember anything about it?"